Hi-Lo Part I (325 hits)
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Submitted by HCB (View user info) at 2008-09-22 23:50:04 EDT
I haven't posted in a few years now, but I've been drinking alot lately, so you get to tell me what a useless piece of shit I am.
I hope this isn't as bad as it probably is, but if it goes over well, there well be more to follow.
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"That miserable piece of shit," he muttered.
"What's that?," she inquired.
"That fucking kid. That one, the fat kid with the overbite and the tits. He doesn't remember me but I think I'm going to have to be the last thing he ever sees." Tim had had a bad day and nothing could change that. The boss had fucked with him since 9:17, when he got to work, 17 minutes late, again. Ten years on the job and a few minutes here and there were still a big deal, for some reason.
"He's kinda cute, don'tcha think?," Andrea slurred out between pulls from her double dirty martini. The bitch didn't know anything about alcohol, except that she liked getting drunk and getting fucked, especially by strangers. The double dirty martini had grown into something of a joke between Tim, the patron, and Aaron, the bartender.
Aaron was a long time friend of Tim's, but the two had grown apart since they stopped sharing the fake ID they had bought in high school. Tim had taken the usual nine-to-five route, trading his hours for the man's dollars, while Aaron had worked a slue of under-the-counter jobs. He had spent his last summer assembling office furniture, not from scratch, but the particle-board shit you buy from any of the nationwide chains. Paper cuts from the cardboard boxes and narrowly avoided box cutter slices from his miserable crackhead cohorts had nearly pushed him to the brink, but the kid was soft, too soft maybe, but the spooks never managed to stick him. Maybe he was just quick enough, or maybe the crack had slowed the fucks down just enough so that he could avoid bleeding out on the warehouse floor, but he made it out of that hell without as much as a stitch on him.
But back to the story at hand, that being the double dirty martini. Tim had seen Aaron spit into drinks before but he hadn't seen anything comparable to the double dirty. Hi-Lo's was the kind of place where basically anything goes, as long as the cops aren't there and the squares don't see it happen. And Hi-Lo's was the kind of place that didn't attract too many from either camp. Maybe because it was in a low rent part of town, maybe because there was almost no parking, maybe because the only cigarettes in the machine were Kool Menthols and Kool Menthol 100's, but as far as Tim and Aaron knew, the place had never been full. Given that fact, Aaron held no reservations about fucking with the uninitiated. Anybody who asked more from him than a longneck was bound to get a mouthful of piss and vinegar. Literally. The double dirty was the prime example of Aaron's contribution to Hi-Lo's menu. The vodkas and the gins were all wells and watered down, and that was the least of his efforts. He pissed in the vermouth whenever it was getting low and regularly relieved himself into the jar of olives in fridge. Sometimes he washed his hands, sometimes he didn't.
None the less, Tim knew to stick to ------- in the bottle. Fuck the draught. There was no telling how abused those kegs were. Six months old, dropped ten times, tapped and re-tapped, not even Aaron could tell you(even if he would give you a straight answer).
"How's about another -------, when you got the time," Tim asked of Aaron. Aaron mumbled something that Tim took as sarcasm and he nearly leapt over the bar, ready to stick the miserable fuck. "Contemptuous piece of bar trash," Tim thought while he tried to contain himself.
"Cool it chief, just keeping you on your toes," Aaron said, not even sure of what he had just said. While he fetched his long-time 'friend' a beer, he thought to himself, "Can I trust this kid as far as I could throw him out the front door." Of course, the answer was no, but Tim brought new customers to the bar all the time, even if they only came the one time. "These fucking rich kids all seem to like him, but they don't tip for shit," thought Aaron. ------- in hand, Aaron sauntered back across the old, tired floor.
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Submitted by Poots (user info) at 2008-09-23 09:07:26 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2008-09-23 00:05:07 EDT (#)
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I couldn't finish it.
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Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2008-09-23 00:00:04 EDT (#)
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What's a Dirty Martini? Is it like a Dirty Sanchez, only you pull your dick out of her ass and start crying and shouting "I want something done! I want something done!" until you get sedated and straight-jacketted? Sounds fun.